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I saw the STOP sign just 50 feet ahead. I had taken my eyes off the unfamiliar road for just a few seconds.

That was all it took.

I said, “I’m dead,” as the tractor trailer truck raced toward the same intersection at the same moment. I hit the brakes knowing the collision was going to occur.

It was going to happen and I was going …

They always told me to be strong, to just cheer up, ingore it and it will go away. As if it that ever helped. I suffered in silence, got help in silence. Than last year, I applied for the MOVE toronto conference and got in. I don't think i realized it at, but it was something I never had done before. I had talked to my friends about my suffers, …

An artist for 25+ years, I was always trying to paint like someone else. Pathetic, given that there are no rules in art. An art mentor told me to ditch my small canvases, since they were not big enough to hold my ideas. I switched to hardware-store size brushes and large canvases, and for once, I was able to tell my own story, through paint. …

As a painter, I was always trying to be someone else (how ironic, for art is all about originality!). Until a painting mentor told me my ideas were too big for a small canvas. She convinced me to paint with large brushes -- big enough to paint a house with -- on large canvases. The large scale helped me to finally articulate my own ideas on …

Maxwell and I had nothing in common and he knew it.
Maxwell spoke hurriedly, almost garbling the words. He was an older man, with wrinkles etched into his forehead and face. Maxwell spoke with a brash honesty, with a heightened sense of importance and urgency every time he talked. Maxwell did not like a challenge, especially one that involved writing. I, on the other hand, approached Maxwell with a non-judgmental …

The moment I realized that everything around me was going to collapse was when I sat down to plan my future back in 2007, I had just celebrated 19 years of service to my country. I was looking ahead to see what I wanted to do after I was to retire in 2012, and my heart spoke up, "It won't be there." It was a jarring thought that …

On the night, before the proposal, David and I spent time with his parents, his brother, and his brother's new wife. Before, we headed to his parent's house, he told me wait in the living room, because he was "doing something" and getting dressed. About ten minutes had passed, and his door opened. I thought it was odd that after all that time, he still wasn't dressed yet.
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I should have known from the beginning that my first marriage was doomed when my husband took me for a surprise Caribbean honeymoon. We changed planes at a small island airport that smelled like the stable at Bethlehem, and hopped an interisland flight to a location so remote that I’m sure the rate of exchange for our airfare money was two chickens and a goat.

When I …

I should have known from the beginning that my first marriage was doomed when my husband took me for a surprise Caribbean honeymoon. We changed planes at a small island airport that smelled like the stable at Bethlehem, and hopped an interisland flight to a location so remote that I’m sure the rate of exchange for our airfare money was two chickens and a goat.

When I …

When the therapist asks my mother why we need family counseling, she makes it sound like our problems are trivial - who left the toilet seat up or the cap off of the toothpaste. Rolling my eyes, I suck my teeth loudly as she continues to give him a make-believe, polished answer. The therapist looks at me sitting on the faded green couch next to my sister and asks me …

Wore it then, too fat now.

I must have been five or six years old. I just had a bath, dried myself in a big towel, then noticed the odd shadow surrounding me -- I was standing right underneath the ceiling light fixture. The odd creature I projected had an ass and little feet, and some sort of bulge for a head, but no arms nor hands, and something sticking out in front that …

Saving, scrimping and doing without. My loved ones are safe and secure, yet what about me. Horses have represented life, love, hope and loss within my life. They defined me and taught me more about love, caring and selflessness when all around me spiraled crazily up and down, a spinning top of a life.
Every empty field I passed, there was a horse in it and I …

That is part of the reason my writing life has been blessed. The only things I love more than that are God, my wife and my church. When I did it for a living, I took the money (I'm not a fool or a hypocrite) but felt a certain crushing for the spirit perhaps from seeing the darker side of humanity. My first job for a small …
I'm still waiting for my moment.
The moment is now. Live it.

I rolled my window down giving the warm air permission to sweep across my lap, hoping to wipe the trace of cigarette smoke from the back seat of the cab. As the breeze tickled my face, I riffled through my duffle bag.

Shoes: check. Make-up: check.

My fingers grazed the small of my back.

G-string: check.

We stopped at a light …

It was the 70s, and at her own concert Patti Smith stopped the show to dress down the security guards for pushing fans off the stage. She pointed to the two big men and said she didn’t like their violence. She told them that these others were not there to harm, they would sit peacefully at the end of the stage for the rest of the show, she was certain …

I watched my mother as she fought her last battle with breast cancer after being her caregiver in my home for two years. I was the mother of three children and also a nurse, but I still didn't realize how much my life would instantly change when my Mom took her last breath. She was my mother, someone I expected to live forever. I wasn't ready to let her go, …
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Tomorrowland "Daisy, F3," my son Archer says as we pull into our parking spot. Disneyland’s about to open and we've arrived, just the two of us, our last hoorah before school starts. *** The alarm goes off and I pull the pillow tightly over my head. My husband, Hal, offers to wake the kids so I roll over, fall back asleep until Archer's voice wakes me, this time for good. "Hi, Mommy. It's …
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With Both Hands Whenever I think of my mother, my mind flips to this story. Not to the whole story, but right to the middle of it, the worst moments of it. For me, that's where the story always starts. My mother was beating the hell out of me. The first few blows seemed to come from every direction as I grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, not …
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Reasons to be Thankful By Robert Israel They scraped me off the street, my bicycle in a heap nearby, and ever so gingerly placed me on the gurney. A crowd of curious onlookers watched intently, thankful they were not being loaded onto the ambulance. The nurses at the hospital were calming as nurses are wont to be, and administered an intravenous tube of morphine, and soon everything around me became fuzzy and numb, and the …
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